Arguments could fill a marriage like water, running through everything, always, with no taste or color but lots of noise.

Sadness is more or less like a head cold - with patience, it passes. Depression is like cancer.

Listen. To live is to be marked. To live is to change, to acquire the words of a story, and that is the only celebration we mortals really know. In perfect stillness, frankly, I've only found sorrow.

To be hopeful, to embrace one possibility after another that is surely the basic instinct - crying out: High tide! Time to move out into the glorious debris. Time to take this life for what it is!

Time cures you first, and then it kills you.

How is it right to slip free of an old skin and walk away from the scene of the crime? We came, we saw, we took away and we left behind, we must be allowed our anguish and our regrets.

I had decided early on that if I couldn’t dress elegant, I’d dress memorable.